There are so many thoughts running through my head about potential new blogs I want to write about. Therefore I just thought I would write all my thoughts in one to get them at least all written down. I used to laugh at people when they said writing was so lethargic. I used to think how? You still think about what you wrote down. Now I think differently though. When I write things that are on my mind, there is a weight lifted off my shoulder. I think to myself, I have it written down somewhere so I can one day go back and read it. Being in a foreign country, I have to write a lot to get my feelings out. I have also noticed what a difference working out does for me. I give the elliptical a run for its money when I am on it. I just have so many different emotions every hour that I just let it all out on the machine.
I have only been here 3 weeks and have had to do more in this short amount of time then in my life. Since I have older sisters and amazing parents I haven't had to do much. Everything is usually laid out for me. Then I marry Andy. He is someone who wants to do it all. I like taking the back seat. I don't need to be the leader. It obviously works great for our marriage. There is no power struggle. Although here when Andy is working most of the day and with things being closed on Sundays I have to figure it out. In the past if something didn't work, 1-5 on my speed dial worked just great to ask my family what to do. Ha. Here it is not that easy. Andy says we need a shower curtain. Well in the States you would drive to Target or Walmart. Nothing like that exists here. Not to mention everything is in German so a lot of times I just walk into a store and look for it. Most of the times it isn't as simple as saying, "Do you have Shower Curtains? I have to learn the German first before embarking on the journey. Well by the time I have gotten to the store, I have walked to the tram station, bought a ticket, gotten on the tram, tried to blend in with other Swiss, gotten off tram, and finally walked to destination. By the time I get there instead of saying the correct Haben Sie eienen Duschvorhang? I say something along the lines of Sie Habe Hangduscher? Who names something duscher anyway? Side note. (This is a weird term in the US. Name it something else. As my face gets red when I say it.) And with no phone to help me out, I end up acting as a mime to draw out a shower curtain. Everyone knows how good I am at Art too so I cannot imagine what I look like trying to do this.
I still have no phone, no internet, no cable, no lights in our apartment. All things, that to me, are necessary. I mean a big reason why I moved here was because I knew how easy it was to skype my family in a split second. Also, people that cannot live without Kardashian or Real House Wives drama is non existent in my book.
Europe is a go with the flow place. I honestly don't think a person could live here who had high anxiety or OCD. Not pointing any fingers here. Cough Cough. The only thing that goes in trash here is very few items. All plastic, aluminum, glass, newspaper has to be taken 5 minutes away, separated into their right bins. All of these bottles just stack up on the counter until you feel the need to drop them off. No washing clothes or vacuuming on Sundays. This is a way to cut off all noise on Sundays. Most everything is closed too which is a huge change for me. Do the Swiss really stay all day in their tiny little apartments with the WHOLE family. Yikes. Cause for disaster in my book. Sorry Andy.
Another hardship here is people from Switzerland speak Swiss German. I know I have mentioned that before. I am learning German over here and working hard at it and want to practice with the locals. Well if they speak Swiss German to me then I look at them like they just shot my dog. HUH??? Is this a language? If they know English is my first language then they won't attempt speaking German with me. They will only try English. Our Realtor said that I should make the other person speak German back to me. I am laughing just thinking about saying that to someone. Keke don't work like that. I get scared when a Swiss person looks my way. Geesh.
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